I [M] fucked my boss [F]

This may have become slightly longer than intended. If this is well received, I have many more stories surrounding this one.

(For a bit of background, this happened two years ago when I was 25 and got my first job at a corporate firm. My career was taking off well, and I had moved out of my parents house. My boss was single.)

(I am writing this from my throwaway account, because a lot of my friends and colleagues know my real reddit account, and I don’t want them reading this for obvious reasons)

I remember this like it were yesterday. My boss, let’s call her Sarah, would always give me shit, in front of employees, and would pile a lot of work on my desk. Basically she was “that bitch” who everyone disliked, but she seemed to hate me the most.

In retrospect, if she was a man it would probably come off as cool or legendary, but when women are powerful and intimidating no one seems to like it.

I had to go to her house at the end of a long tiring day to deliver some files. She opens the door wearing a thin, almost see through top, and sweats. I could see she wasn’t wearing a bra, as her nipples poked through the top.

I decided to overlook that, as I was sleep deprived and just wanted to get home and eat something. She asked if I wanted to come in for dinner, I said yes without thinking much about it. While we were sitting at the table, eating our food, she brushed her leg against mine, and occasionally looked up and stole glances. Once I caught her doing this, and she held her gaze and smiled. Man, that eye contact was deadly.

Even then, I just told myself to calm down and that she was probably being friendly or she felt more comfortable in her house. Or that I was imagining it due to the lack of sleep. After dinner was over, she asked me to carry the plates to the kitchen while she washed up. I obliged. As I set the plates down on the kitchen platform, she bent unnecessarily over the sink to turn on the tap, while doing so, she lightly brushed my dick area with her ass. I grabbed her arm while standing behind her, to see how she would respond. It was an impulsive decision, and a pretty reckless one, but she responded.

She turned around to face me, and slowly took off her top, while maintaining eye contact. She beckoned at me to do the same, so I quickly took off my shirt and tie. She proceeded to take off her sweats. I think this point would be an appropriate to describe both of us.

I work out regularly, and have a well toned body, with abs of course. I am 5′ 9″ and have a full head of hair, that I take good care of. I occasionally sprout a beard, but most of the times I am clean-shaven. I don’t remember if I had shaved that time. Girls always paid attention to me since a long time, but I was the type of guy who didn’t want to initiate anything, and cared more about making money and becoming successful. I never actively pursued girls, maybe because I was, quite simply put, a pussy. Until that moment, I had only been with one woman, and we had broken up around three years back.

I looked at her like she was a person and not a stone- cold machine; for the first time, admiring her perfect breasts, with nipples that looked like they were carved in ivory. She had slender hips and killer legs. Her body looked like it had been recently waxed. Brown medium length curly hair fell around her shoulders. As I took my pants off she looked at me with her lips slightly parted. Any lingering thoughts that I had of my ex instantly dissolved.

I took off my boxers to reveal my rock hard dick, pretty average size, but it looks bigger when it’s hard. She took two steps towards me, put her arms around my neck and whispered into my ear, her lips brushing my earlobe, “The bedroom.” She led me by her hand away from the kitchen, until we had reached her room. Inspite of no one being in the house, she closed the door and locked it. I don’t know why, but that somehow made it hotter. She put her hands to my chest, and kissed me. I felt her tounge move around my mouth, exploring every inch, while I put my left hand on her hips, and my right on her ass giving it a little squeeze. She whimpered. We fell onto the bed, with me on top. Normally I like being dominated, but with her it was different.

“I want to be yours for tonight”, she whispered. “Do anything you want to do to me, just don’t go.”

“Ok wait, your my boss, are you sure we should do this”, I said in an uncertain tone.

“I’m not your boss now, just make me feel good.” “You’ve always thought I was a bitch, haven’t you? I am. I’m your bitch.”

That last line dispelled all other second thoughts. I rubbed the edge of my dick, against her lips, which got her wet and moaning. I kissed her stomach, with one hand gently squeezing her boobs, while the other ran through her hair, gripping it tightly. As I entered her, she gave a little gasp that made me feel like I was about to explode.

“Should I get the light”, I said.

“No, I want to see you.”

I slowly slid in and out, trying to be as passionate and gentle as possible. She wrapped her legs around me, and groaned, “Fuck me like I’m your whore, is that all you got?” Well, that set me on fire, and I rapidly increased my pace, while running my tounge all over her nipples leaving them glistening. The fact that she was my boss, just gave me a sense of power I had never desired or experienced.

She was really vocal, and moaned so loudly it felt like she was in pain, but her wild eyes and nails digging into my back nudged me to go on. “Right there, that feels so fucking good, fuuck me, don’t stop please don’t stop, I want to cum for you, just make me cum please. Ahhh, your cock feels so fucking good when it’s inside me. Fill my pussy with your cum, just don’t fucking stop. This pretty pussy is yours.”

As I got closer, she began screaming my name, while yelling, “Im going to cum for you , I’m going to cum.” I put my hand around her mouth, for fear of waking up the neighbours, but she continued to grunt, only it was muffled now. We both came at the same time, and her face was the most wonderful thing ever, her eyes wide open, mouth gaping while she panted and her forehead was screwed up showing her lines, as if she was thinking really hard. She dug her nails deeper into my back and scratched, I knew that would leave scars; wrapping her legs more tightly around me. I drained every last drop of cum I had in my balls, and probably more. After we were done, I lay on top of her for a minute and then slid to the side. For a few minutes the only sound that could be heard was of both of us panting, with our bodies heaving up and down, as we relaxed from our recent release. I should have been more tired than I was before, but surprisingly I wasn’t.

The sex was by far phenomenal, there aren’t enough adjectives to describe how fucking good it was. As I sit here and write this, I’m hard. No joke.

After we both had calmed down somewhat, she looked at me with those puppy, wonder-filled eyes so different from the stone cold, fear instilling glare I would get if I came into work 2 minutes late.

“Well, this was great, but I don’t think we can be in a relationship. This can’t work, it’s unprofessional, and maybe unethical as well. Plus if the others find out, they’ll think your biased, and it’ll create a lot of problems.(work place relationships weren’t frowned upon btw, and there were a few people that were together) Also, didn’t you hate me the most, where did all this come from?” I said.

She ran her hand down the inside of my thigh and said in a coy tone, “Am I not allowed to feel good anymore? Also, who said anything about a relationship?”

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